The man's eyes lit up the moment he saw those test tubes.
His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed, then cautiously approached, his gaze never leaving those test tubes.
"Mr. Jeming, these are..."
"Already processed." Jeming's tone was very flat, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself, "The initial foundation of your provided product was too poor, at most I optimized the formula structure. The success rate after ingestion should increase by about five percent."
"Five percent..." The man's voice trembled slightly.
He reached out his hand, his fingers hovering for a moment above the test tubes, as if hesitating to touch them.
Eventually, he withdrew his hand, took out a pair of thin gloves from his pocket, and carefully put them on.
Only then did he cautiously pick up a test tube, holding it up to the light for a closer examination.
The blue liquid flowed slowly within the glass tube, its surface fluorescence reflecting a delicate, silk-like sheen under the light.
